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Thursday, June 25, 2015

Manila June 24, 1945 (Sunday)





Dearest Kitten:
I love you with all my heart and soul. How
Monday 25 June 1045
That was a fairly good start! It’s 7:10 a.m. right now so if things go per usual, I many reach the bottom of this page before evening.
We are now in Manila camped on Dewey Boulevard just a short way from the center of town, which I have not seen as yet.
Our camp used to be a residential section. Our tents are sitting on the cemented ground floors of a group of completely burned down homes. The buildings, that is the few that are standing, are all gutted. The only thing that is standing is cement buildings or rather their walls are standing. It is umpossible to describe in mere words the complete destruction of this once beautiful city.
The harbor is littered with sunken jap vessels. Some with their super structure sticking out of the water and some completely submerged.
During the day it gets quite warm but it cools off enough in the evening so that you can put on a shirt without too much discomfort. Due to the heat I have lost quite a bit of weight from sweating. All our water is chlorinated and is quite palatable when cooled below boiling point.
We are thankful that it is the dry season. It only rains all night every night. During the wet season it rains all day and all night. So you can see how fortunate we are.
It is not too muddy. The ground is usually dry from supper time until it starts to rain right after supper. Around our tent area we have a submerged net to catch any equipment that starts floating off.
Our camp is guarded by Filipino guerrillas. After dark they start challenging everyone. I like the way they do it. They cock the rifle first and then holler halt. The hollering is superfluous as at the sound of the rifle being cocked is enough to freeze you in your tracks. It is only recently that they have been using this method. Before they used to shoot first then go out and inspect the body. If it was an American they would call the medics to patch him up, if a jap they just rolled him into the gutter.
Our latrine is a very private affair. There is only one thing wrong. There is no sides, roof or anything. At first we were rather startled at having a passing woman come over and sit down next to you. The first time it is kind of embarrassing but you get used to it.
Everything is measured in pesos, approximately fifty cents, anything smaller is frowned on as too small to be bothered with.
Tuesday 26 June 1945
Good morning Sweetheart. Here it is the start of another day and I have hopes that I may get this letter off sometime today. Last night I got six whole hours of sleep and I feel fairly good. Since our arrival here I have been busier than a one armed paper hanger with the crabs.
You can not imagine the job it has been to get packed, moved and unloaded. We were two months getting everything packed ready to move and that is the main reason that I have not been able to write as often as I would have liked to. I could not tell you before that we were preparing to move. I wanted to so that you would not worry too much because of my not being able to write to you.
I love you Sweetheart. Always remember that. Every part of me aches from longing for you. Let us hope and pray that it may not be too long now before I will be home again for good.
If at anytime I seem to be neglecting you, it will be for a very good reason.
Well Beautiful, I have a meeting to attend so I must close. You have all my love.
Give my regards to everyone and kiss the babies for me. I love you Sweetheart.
Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,
Bob

P.S. Disregard the return address. I had to borrow an envelope that was already stamped. Enclosed is a jap 1000 peso note.

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